Wow, Raul, that was just what the doctor ordered, thank you.
It's truly spooky. The truth is far creepier than fiction. We just have to reflect upon our own lives. We might comfort others as they awaken to the nature of our metaphysical incarceration.
Welcome to the Prison.
Welcome to the Nightmare.
We did not create this world.
If there is a Creator, it would know my heart
and I would not fear any kind of wrath --- sympathize with the poor devils of this world,
but one also must be wary of mobs and bands of pirates.
Schopenhauer and the loaded revolver under his pillow ?
In Asbury Park, I would sleep under a window on second floor
which I used to be able to climb.
I slept with a small cast iron pan by the infalatable goddamn matress.
Primal Fears are real, and the earth is a madhouse.
It is very frightening to be swallowed by the Giant Gargantuan Heartless Mechanical System.
My rhetorical question is this: Does this penal colony stem from the institutions of industrialized "agricultural-civilized" ARMIES and PRISON-SYSTEMS of mankind, or is the prison/factory/farm ambience of our existence built into the very fabric of "life," deep in the veins and sinews
of the Earth itself, or, even more fundamentally and universally, such as cruel social hierarchies in pecking orders in many mammals. As for reptiles, that's entirely different can of worms.
We are so powerless over so many things - beyond the societies we are born into, our sex, species, etc ...
Once born, we have little "control".
Do the Authorities of our various societies represent the Will to Power [CONTROL]?
The true nature of our reality is that we control very little. So many claim to know the nature of our existence, but it is as mysterious today as it ever was. The Riddle is unchanging. The nature of this riddle is its insoluability. Maybe part of my brain, an egotistical part, is trying to be clever with language, hoping to discover a loophole in which to slip through to a restful cycle, taking it as it comes like everyone else must do as well, at least We Suckers and Dupes who Decide Life is Worth Living.
Or just mearly impossible to induce one's own death, even though we are fragile physical creatures with many requirments. That is we require heating or cooling in extreme climates. If we get too wet and stay wet, hypothermia.
I understand how much our own particular societies resemble Ultra-Futuristic Slave-Farms where we exist for a purpose none of us knows or could even comprehend. I truly doubt our brains, which are made of meat, amazing just the same, could understand that which it is only a "part". It is an appendage to the bilogical machinery of our animal bodies, namely the mouth-stomach-anus trinity, with the brain as some kind of central processing unit. I apologize for the mechanistic terminology, but I do so to clarify a point.
That our consciousness can be viewed as a "non-solid entity/personality" trapped inside animal meat may be a consequence of the violent imposition of Written Language on our perception of reality - the very idea of psyche which came about after Socrates, before Plato - hence, we know Socrates from Oral Tradition through Plato, the Scribe/scholar. I'm not so sure these were real individuals or just idealized images in my head from misinterpretations. So maybe phenomenologist, David Abrams, would be able to explain it mushc better than I could.
The thing is, we are our animal-meat-mind-bodies, but we are hardly at all conscious of the mind-bogglingly complicated organic processes working on "automatic-mechanical" mode, beyond the threshold of consciousness. Maybe if I suffered a brain injury, no one but my own sister would recognize me, for my "spirit" would be gone. My "personality" would be gone. What is this spirit or personality that is identified as the consciousness inside the brain? Is it the frontal lobes?
It's frightening what can be done should "doctors" [God help you if Military or Prison doctors paid to do dastardly deeds] tamper with parts of the human brain. I am frightened to live in such a world where I can be so easily subdued, harnessed, and brought against my will for a frontal labatomy. "You cut out his brain you bloody baboons!"
Modern jail cells are torture chambers in that the institution, blindly but often knowingly, uses your own animal body as a weapon to inflict suffering: minimal nutrients keep you depressed or anxious, I suppose - or constantly being woken up so as to break your spirt, to further damage your sometimes fragile machinery. Often one pities one's brother-prisoners, for many have great personal challenges to overcome, and without a pot to **** in, nor any family who can stand them anymore.
I applaud artists who passionately articulate just how dire a situation we all may be in.
I will listen to it many times to see if I can discern whether the artist includes Nature/Life-in-general as having the quality of prison, or if he is strictly and only irate about so-called "civilized" Global Penitentary disguised as "the modern world," possibly eevn a trick played on our brains, as though extraterrestrial intelligence had taken our ape-like species and transfromed it into "batteries" of hives ... apes transformed into insect-like cancer cells. Who knows what the hell is going on, but the Indigenous Mexican in the county jail in my hometown was spooked by some of the white-skinned, bald headed guards. He called then fucckin aliens. I'm also a similary complexioned bald-headed dork, but I let the straggly beard cover all my missing teeth - and the remaining ugly ones as well. Guards, on the other hand, normally have good teeth and dental care, not to mention their quasi-military police training.
It's all one big local army "State Mafia."
Ronald McDonald is the gang boss in charge, or just another clown since nobody is in control of this haywire cosmos!